This piece is inspired by The Eyes Have It, a poem by Brighton poet, Niall Hollaert:

The eyes have it

The type of eyes to mess up everything

To watch you lose all reason. All sense. Even your shoes.

The kind that would split heavens, and put Zeus to his knees.

Rich as Montezuma in their dark cradles.

They would have you turn your back on the felony of sleep.

And knowing, always, in the pink-white wonder of your gut -

If you look too long, they can mean only -

A head full of whisky, and a half-crazed heart.

A3 art print presented in a Gold Bamboo frame.

29.7 x 42.0cm